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- Holding the killing order in hand, Feng Qiao stood in the center of the storm, with circles of black air flowing around his body, exuding a cold and evil air. ¡Ì
He was three meters tall and could look down at Zhang Ruochen and said: "Zhang Ruochen, it is undoubtedly a pain for you to continue living in this world. Let me send you on your way and end your tragic life."
Fengqiao once again raised the killing order. The token, which was more than ten feet high, showed dense inscriptions. Faintly, a humanoid shadow could be seen, blending with the killing order.
Zhang Ruochen stared at the figure on the killing order, his eyes filled with coldness, and said in a low voice: "If you want to kill me, I'm afraid you are not strong enough."
"Zheng!"
Shen Yuan's ancient sword made a harsh sound, flew towards Zhang Ruochen, and floated in front of him.
It has refined four bloody blades, absorbed enough power, and restored it to the level of a thousand-marked holy weapon.
Subsequently, Zhang Ruochen poured holy energy and sword intent into Shen Yuan's ancient sword. A distant voice came from the sword body, saying: "Hundreds of years have passed, Zhang Zhang Ruochen, how did you wake me up?"
That is the communication between the sword spirit and its master, and outsiders cannot hear it at all.
Hearing the familiar voice from the sword spirit, Zhang Ruochen suppressed the excitement in his heart and said: "Shen Yuan, fight with me first to overcome the difficulties in front of you. I still have many things to ask you."
"It doesn't matter, I have been sleeping for too long, and my thinking has become quite slow. I really should have a good fight to restore my peak will."
The next moment, the surface of Shen Yuan's ancient sword emitted jet-black brilliance and poured out in all directions.
At first, the black brilliance only enveloped Zhang Ruochen.
Gradually, the arena with a radius of 100 feet also turned into darkness.
Looking up from below, you can only see a huge black sphere, like a black hole hanging in mid-air.
Even the Half-Saint's Eyes could only vaguely see thousands of sword energies appearing in the black sphere.
"Zhang Ruochen was seriously injured. He is clearly at the end of his strength. Why does he still have the strength to fight?"
"How do I feelZhang Ruochen seems to be getting stronger."
Jian Kongzi stood behind Wan Zhiyi, the holy sword on his back trembling violently.
His eyes showed a rather shocking expression, and he said: "It's not that Zhang Ruochen has become stronger, but that the black sword has reached the level of a thousand-marked sacred weapon, and merged with Zhang Ruochen to form a A state where man and sword unite.¡±
There was only Jian Kongzi present, and he was a true sword cultivator. He had cultivated the Three Swordsmen to perfection, so naturally he had the most say.
Next to him, a Half-Saint from the Ministry of War asked: "How can a man and a sword become one?"
Jian Kongzi said: "Among sword cultivators, it is one of the most top-level methods. Not only does the sword cultivator need to reach the point where the human sword becomes one, but it also requires a holy sword whose material and sword spirit are both top-notch. The holy sword You must also form a mysterious fit with the master, so that the two can truly become one." Jian Kongzi stared at the ancient sword of Shen Yuan suspended in front of Zhang Ruochen with very envious eyes.
For a sword cultivator, the lifelong goal is to find, or cultivate, such a sword.
The sword is the sword cultivator¡¯s best friend.
On the gladiatorial stage, Zhang Ruochen and Shen Yuan's ancient sword merged into one, as if only one sword was left, and as if only Zhang Ruochen's figure was left.
People are also swords, and swords are also people.
"Shua."
The black sword turned into a streak of black light and flew out.
It¡¯s not that Feng Qin has never fought against sword cultivators, but he has never encountered a situation like this before.
The wind bird controls the killing order and blocks forward.
"Bang."
A strong impact surged out from the sword body.
At the same time, the sword energy from all directions also gathered and collided with the killing order, causing a large red spark.
Fengqiao's arms made a "pop" sound, and he took three steps back before dispelling the powerful force.
Fortunately, the killing order is made of special materials.
"If it were a hundred-marked sacred weapon, it would have been destroyed by this sword.
Shen Yuan's ancient sword flew in mid-air, flew in a circle, swung the sword down again, and hit Feng Qiao's neck. Feng Qiao had no choice but to issue the killing order again to resist Zhang Ruochen's attack.
The situation of this battle finally turned around, Zhang Ruochen suppressed Feng Qiao.
&When they fought against each other, they didn't have any outstanding results.
The Half-Saints in the Ministry of War can naturally see that Zhang Ruochen is like fish on the chopping board and can only be slaughtered by others.
"I'm going to take Zhang Ruochen's life."
"Zhao Luo, your cultivation level is too low, you should let me deal with Zhang Ruochen."
"You are only a third-level semi-saint, so why do you say that my level is low?"
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After a fight, Jinyue King "Tong Dong" rushed out first and boarded the arena.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was indeed quite weak. The holy energy in his body had been consumed by more than 80%. He could only use Shen Yuan's ancient sword to support his body to prevent him from falling.
However, Zhang Ruochen is not completely powerless to fight back.
Tong Dong¡¯s cultivation level is not too high, only the third-level semi-saint level.
He was naturally very happy to be able to rush out from among the semi-saints of the Ministry of War and seize the huge military merit of killing Zhang Ruochen.
Because of this, he underestimated the enemy.
Tong Dong had just landed on the fighting stage and before he could stand firmly, Zhang Ruochen mobilized his mental power and struck out a three-foot-long lightning blade, hitting him.
"Snapped!"
Tong Dong made a muffled sound from his mouth and flew out.
His whole body was covered with tiny lightning bolts, and a foot-long blood-red wound appeared on his abdomen. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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